#c: open

[izaakwclker]

location: gala @ the brooklyn museum for: OPEN

It feels good to be back. 

As he enters the museum, he arrives alone, though he knows he’ll have plenty of people trying to keep him company throughout the night. He can feel eyes on him as he enters the large building, light streaming in from the ceiling's windows. There are whispers, too, his name daring to form around people’s lips. Tomorrow, his face will be splattered on the fifth page of the Times and everyone will know he’s back, but for now, he’s enjoying the slow confusion crossing the faces of some members of the crowd – he’s been a ghost for so long, it’s refreshing to be closer to a deity again. 

Izaak’s never been a big drinker (he knows better than to let his inhibitions fall when thousands of people want him dead at any given time), but he figures one drink can’t hurt. He slides up to the bar, orders one of the generic IPAs they have on tap, and waits for the bartender to pour something brown and bubbly into a large cup. In the meantime, he looks to the one open seat at the very end of the bar, then the person sitting next to it. “This seat taken?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. 

[apxndstxry]

Open |

“All of time and space and you landed us in London?” Amelia was turning circles, hazel eyes glaring at her friend when she managed to spin back around. Cars, very modern, drove by honking. When the wind blew, the ginger swore she could hear Katy Perry playing on a nearby radio.  “Why did ya bring us here?” 

[anayadolmen]

de luctus | anaya & open

[It'd be an understatement to say that the heaviness of the mood in the Colony today can be felt in every single corner of the place. Or maybe it's just that Anaya feels so uneasy that the sentiment follows her like an insistent cloud above her head. The announcement about Kaiser's death feels like something more ominous than it should be, her PDD feeling heavier than usual. If before, these walls have felt constricting, today they feel suffocating. Mourning fogs up the space of the cafeteria, and one doesn't need to have empatheia to feel it in the air. She's pretty sure not everyone is mourning Kaiser directly -- his death just seems to feel like something else, something that's brewing.

Her only impactful encounter with the man had been when she'd gotten kidnapped by him in the last instalment of the Games, which hadn't exactly been a pleasant time. Guilt is no stranger to Anaya, and she feels it today, for not grieving. Maybe some other time she'll feel the impact of his death for what it really is, maybe one day she'll understand the turmoil that runs in everyone's veins since the announcement first lit up on their screens. But for now, she does what she always does best, and sneaks out in an attempt to isolate herself, away from all the discomfort. It's easier to go look at the greenhouse project, kick around rocks and inspect details of the construction for the hundredth time, than to sit inside and listen to all the worried murmurs and whispers going around.

Not expecting company, she startles as she turns around to see someone. With a handful of debris and dirt in her hand, it's not like she's doing anything wrong, but she still feels like she's been caught red-handed. She has skipped lunch time, to be fair, but that should hardly be an offence, she'll get snacks later.] Oh, shit. Hi. [The curse comes out before she has the chance to bite her tongue, and she clears her throat, embarrassed for it.] Sorry, I thought everyone was at lunch. I'm just cleaning up here before the afternoon shift. I'm-- I already ate. 

[happysadhbh]

Sadhbh’s smile beamed as she stood on the beach in her outfit. Scavenger hunts were fun! They always were! Gave her a chance to go and test her brain a little bit! Who wouldn’t enjoy a bit of the good ol’ riddle solve and show resolve, eh? And yeah, some of the more flirtatious tasks were always a bit of a weird one, especially if you weren’t too close with the person you were doing them with, but always make the most of them! And anyway, what did Sadhbh really have to lose? Not like her family had many secrets to keep. Most people had already seen at least her uncle and one of her cousins naked on stage before, so what if she was practically naked on TV? She had worn more revealing swimsuits.

Looking over at the other islanders, she kept beaming her smile as winningly as she could. “So... how’s you? Having fun?” She asked, the question possibly hinted with a bit more of a laugh behind it. “I just think there’s so much possibility here. It’s so exciting!”

[vinniebraswell]

EUREKA WINTERFEST with @eureka-starters​

Vinnie wasn’t much of a winter person, if he could he’d go into hibernation right away. But with Christmas right around the corner, he tried to make the most of it anyways. The annual Winterfest sure helped with getting him in the right spirit, so when his last meeting of the day got cancelled, that’s where he decided to spend the rest of his afternoon.

Stopping right in front of The Chocolate Box stall, he eyed their fresh Christmas selection, pushing his brows together as he thought about what to get. “M’kay, help me out here — do I go for the Peppermint Snowflakes or the Eggnog Snowmen?”

[rodriguegambits]

Rodrigue LeBeau stepped out onto the beach and took stock of his surroundings. It was how he always started the day. Even if he had started it... somewhat differently than the typical day. Swimsuit being worn, not cheap, was typically only reserved for vacations. Even then he would typically have an earpiece. Bluetooth, expensive, easily connected to whichever device was on hand that day. All funded by the company, of course. And now here he was. He was disconnected. And somehow he felt... more naked than he ever had before. Time to make the most of though. He had to start somewhere. And he would make this island his. Taking a step towards the first person he noticed, he quickly sauntered over to them. “Morning, chére, any place someone could find where they stash the good stuff? Or is that an amenity I’m going to have to earn.”

[gxprewett]

Lunch break had just begun, and Guinevere had raced to the most local of sandwich and soup places. The place was tiny, her own personal whole in the wall. It wasn’t extremely packed, nor was it exactly easy to find a table. Guinevere would take any seat she could find if it meant getting her hands on a coup of tomato soup or cheese toasties. After her order, she looked around her, focusing her sights on to the person sitting next to her. “Hey, you know, I love it here, but soon my hunger will surpass my patience. I ordered a tomato soup and cheese toastie on the side, what about you?”

[gov-tom-walker]

OPEN: anyone! everyone!

Location: The Britannia Pub

Time: literally whenever!

If Tom could go back and change anything, he would absolutely warn himself about how tiring it was to run a pub. Or maybe it was the dreams (?) that were wearing him down. He could no longer tell the difference between the shades of weariness that tugged his eyes down and clouded his mind. It didn’t help that he wasn’t sure that his dreams were actually dreams anymore. The thought chilled him to his bones. It couldn’t be true, right?

But he heard about the things the Ripper did. And he wondered.

Wondering wasn’t good for him these days.

Still, nothing seemed to happen during the day.

Nothing’s happened yet, he reminded himself. There was always time for something to go wrong.

Tom shook his head. He wasn’t going to down this road today. Maybe later, when he could take some of the laudanum waiting in the cabinets upstairs, he would try to figure more out about his dreams. Perhaps he would go see if there was something new he could take. Tom hadn’t given up on trying to achieve a modicum of peace, and he would do anything at this point for a blissful afternoon nap.

But with the mental tiredness also came the familiar ache in his leg. When he’d gotten the injury in the war, the pain had been fresh and raw. The doctors had told him the shot had broken his bones. There was no easy recovery, but Tom had been determined regardless, and to a degree, he’d been successful. Often, his leg didn’t bother him particularly much, and people had to be observant to note the limp that he’d learned to minimize, but sometimes, especially lately, the fresh pain had been replaced by an ache that seemed to settle into his very nerves. He sighed irritably as he wiped the counter, but then the ache turned into a stab, and his leg twitched and he stumbled forwardly slightly, catching himself on the counter. Good to stop the fall, but probably not good for the person who had just walked up and was about to sit in the spot that Tom’s stumble had spilled a half drunk mug of ale onto.

“Looks like that mug had something against you,” Tom said, trying to recover even as his cheeks flushed red. “Let me get that devilish thing put away. How about first round on the house to make up for it?”